When Shen Zhixian woke up, it was already bright.

The sun shone through the leaves and shattered light fell on him, Shen Zhixian opened his eyes lazily, and found that he was still lying on the warm jade soft couch, and there was no flower or moon in front of him, let alone the whisper that was embracing him One night.

He lay there for a while, until a ray of sunlight fell into his eyes, which caused him to blink uncomfortably, and then he was completely absorbed.

... what about people?

Shen Zhixuan turned up and sat up. The peach tree spawned by the grass buds disappeared, but I don't know if it was his illusion. He always felt a slight faint peach fragrance floating on the nose.

"Ajin?" He yelled, turned over and stayed, and didn't even care about messy clothes, hurriedly pushed the door into the house, searched around, backed out, and looked around.

However, there was only a breeze on the edge of the cliff, and no one responded.

Shen Zhixuan's footsteps gradually slowed down. He leaned on the trunk and looked at the cold things in front of him. He suddenly laughed and shook his head with a sigh.

It turns out ... is Nanke a dream?

So true kiss, so real warmth, is it just a reverie in his dream?

There was no trace of Yan Jin around here.

Shen Zhixian rubbed his eyebrows, cleared his mood slightly, and used the contact method in Zongmen to call out the little disciple who hadn't seen him for a long time.

Mingyi happened to be over at the end of the morning class, and went back to the room to pick up a meal, preparing to practice the sword. When receiving the message, the whole person was choked, and it took a long while to jump up, his head slammed into the bed Pillar, he yelled, startled the little disciple next to him.

"Brother Mingyi? What's wrong?"

Rubbing his head deliberately, he retied the cramped buns, and hurriedly opened the door to rush out: "Elder Shen's retreat is over!"

As soon as the words fell, he was gone.

The disciple stared at the still-moving door panel with a stunned expression. After a short while, he responded: "Elder Shen is out of the gate ?!" He couldn't bother to take the sword, and ran out in a hurry.

When Mingyi hurried to catch the peak, Shen Zhixian just smoothed the folds of her placket, and she couldn't hide the joy on her face, and respectfully saluted.

Shen Zhixian bowed his head, signaled that he did not need to be polite, and asked a few words about the situation in the gate.

He deliberately asked Song Yan and Yan Jin about the truth, and said it honestly: "Since you closed the door, Brother Yan went out to travel and has not returned yet. Earlier, there were some bad rumors outside, saying Brother Yan ... has hurt a lot of people, and several small gates have come to make trouble several times. "

When those rumors just started, he was stunned. He didn't believe that Brother Yan would do this kind of thing, but the other party was fierce, and even the illusion stone was pulled out. All kinds of evidence pointed to Yan Jin steadily. It is difficult to refute.

"Song Sovereign has been to Wufeng several times, but you haven't gone out ..."

Yan Jin got into trouble, somehow, Shen Zhixian, who was his master, was not retreating again. Song Ye had no choice but to issue a chasing order to let Yan Jin come back quickly, and at the same time appease Xiaozongmen. The emotions made them wait patiently and promised to clarify the facts and give everyone an explanation.

Shen Zhixian listened for a moment, and he had the bottom of his heart: "Are there still some troubles in those small gates recently?"

He shook his head intentionally: "No, the demons and monsters have been raging and rampant recently, and their ancestral gates have also suffered a lot. Most people have returned to the ancestral gates. Brother Yan has mentioned this matter to a few people."

Shen Zhixian made a sound, knowing that this was because Yan Shen was dead.

Without Yan Shen, Song Yan could not escape in Qingyun Sect, nor could he extend his hands so long to cause trouble. Without the new victims, those few small gates did not dare to provoke Qing Yunzong too much, so they did not make too much noise.

Song Yan was probably suffocated. He originally wanted to use Yan Jin to force Shen Zhixian to appear, but now he has repeatedly made mistakes and not to mention that he is still riding a tiger. According to Song Zhen's nature, as long as Shen Zhixian and Yan Jin are still hidden behind him, he does not appear. I wo n’t let go of everything boldly on the table.

If it had been before, Shen Zhixian might still be secretly planning to resolve Song Yan slowly and without confusion, but now Shen Zhixian is filled with unstoppable anger, and he has no patience to tangle too much. He just wants to let Song Yan spend the shortest time Pay the price.

Shen Zhixian faded his face, no more questioning, just let Mingyi clean up here, ready to go down the mountain.

However, just after taking a step, Mingyi hesitated to call him.

Shen Zhixian turned his head back, arrogantly supporting himself, and stopped talking, but at the end he said nothing, and just ran a stroke, and ran away like a rabbit.

Shen Zhixian froze and raised his hand subconsciously. With this touch, he touched a soft flower, don't put it between his hair, there are soft and tender ...

A peach flower.

The half-sweet peach flower was pinched by Shen Zhixian's fingertips, and the dewdrop was still carried in the stamen. Shen Zhixian lightly shook, and it fell down, sliding down along Shen Zhixian's white fingertips, leaving a little light Winding water marks.

It was the peach blossom of last night.

Last night, maybe it wasn't just the dream he had imagined.

Shen Zhixian's eyebrows spread out, her mood suddenly improved, and an unknowing smile appeared on her lips. He held this peach flower in the palm of his hand, as if holding a ray of warmth that belonged to Yan Jin alone.

...

Recently, demons and monsters are rampant and rampant. As one of the most important gates in the Xiuxian Realm, Qing Yunzong inevitably has to be a soldier to cut off demons and demons.

It's a matter of demons, and it's no small matter. Many big disciples in Zongmen have been sent out to practice. The Zongmen is also decorated, and there are many trivia, and today's council will be dissolved late.

When Shen Zhixian came in, the little steward was still liquidating the number of disciples sent out. He sat down in his seat without changing the color in a crowd of unclear sights, and gave a slight nod, letting the little steward continue.

The little manager hesitated a moment, and finally hesitated under the direction of Song Yan.

Song Ye looked at it momentarily, not letting out any expression on Shen Zhixian's face, and slowly said, "My brother is finally out of customs."

Shen Zhixian smiled, looked at it meaningfully, did not answer his words, and only said: "Song Zongzhu first let the steward finish the talk, I will have something to say in a moment."

Song Yan looked at the smile on his lips, his heart jumped. The half-demon hiding in his body felt the breath of Shen Zhixuan, a little restless, and was forced to suppress it by Song Yan.

Shen Zhixian returned silently, but as the suzerain, he could not receive any news, just like Shen Zhixuan left.

The prohibition of Manzong Gate could not stop Shen Zhixian.

The hands hidden under the sleeves were squeezed tightly, and Song Kun gritted his teeth, holding back his heartache and hate. Wen Zongzhu really values ​​Shen Zhixian too much. If he had counted those things back then, he would not be able to touch even a little bit about the position of this zong.

When Shen Zhixian returned from a serious injury and his heart was hard to heal, Sovereign Wen quietly found Song Ye and proposed that he wanted to take over his position. Joy.

But then the next sentence of Lord Wen, he entered him into the cold abyss.

Sovereign Wen told him that he was only a temporary suzerain, and when Shen Zhixuan's heart was cured, the position of the suzerain would be returned to Shen Zhixuan.

Song Xi's heart was mixed, hot and cold, joy and hate entangled each other, making his whole heart almost explode.

He pretended to calmly agree to all the requirements of the Sovereign Wen, expressed his determination to focus on Shen Zhixian, and finally tricked the Sovereign Wen to determine his identity in front of the public.

Originally, Song Yan didn't have so many bad thoughts. He counted Shen Zhixian once and won this temporary seat. He thought that it was in the eyes of Wen Zongzhu, and he worked diligently and seriously, saying that Wen Zongzhu could not change his mind.

But later, Sovereign Wen still threw himself on Shen Zhixian, and no matter how good Song Yun did, he couldn't reverse his mind.

Malice accumulated in the bottom of his heart, and Song Zhi looked at Shen Zhixuan under the care of Sovereign Wen, as if it was better day by day, he couldn't help it.

——It has long been used to the feeling of being respected and respected by everyone. Song Yong will never let this child back. As long as Wen Zong is gone, Shen Zhixuan's heart disease will not be good, and he will not be with him again. Rob the Sovereign.

As long as Lord Wen is gone, no one will know all the agreements between them-

"Master once entrusted Zongmen to me, but it was only because of my heart disease that I exhausted my brother for this heavy task for a long time. This time the retreat came out, my heart disease was no longer inconvenient. "The little steward had already reckoned, and the number of people had retreated. Shen Zhixian took the word, and said slowly:" I have been busy recently, so I just took over, so my brother would not have to work hard day and night, and my hair would be a little bit white. "

Song Yan suddenly stood up, acting hurriedly, almost knocking over the teacup in front of him.

Various shocked sights lingered between the two. Song Yongqiang set his own mind and barely smiled: "Congratulations, my brother is in good health, my brother has just left the customs, and I need to rest for a while ... "

He was confused, and Shen Zhixuan's heart disease was also known to him. At that time, Wen Zong was unable to cure him. He thought that Shen Zhixian should be a dead man in his life. Why?

He was stunned by the sudden news of Shen Zhixian, and for a moment he could not think of other words to transfer, only repeatedly saying: "Sister is really not influential? There is no major event in the sect, and the brother does not have to be stubborn ..."

With a bang, it was Shen Zhixian who rolled his sleeves and rolled up the cold wind like a blade, and slammed in front of Song Yan. This momentum seemed to be a posture that could only be used during the tenth heyday!

Song Yan is a man of slick life, but his talent for practice is really thin. For many years, he has been camped at this camp, and he has even neglected the practice. At this time, it is only an eleventh-order practice, and it is not even reached. peak.

Shen Zhixian was so aggressive that Song Ye felt the whole body was frozen as cold as possible, and he shrank a bit. He subconsciously tried his best to resist, but the wind blade only came in front of him, and his eyebrows almost disappeared and then suddenly disappeared. Instead, it is a erratic figure.

"Illusion stone!" Exclaimed an older manager, "It's Lord Wen!"

The vision of Lord Zong was almost facing him face-to-face with Song Ye. Song Ye instantly remembered the "Master Wen" who was seen as a ghost last night, and the coolness permeated from the scalp to the soles of his feet. Waved out to break this face.

But his spiritual power was stopped by a barrier, which also bounced his spiritual power back. Song Kun caught off guard, hitting him **** the back, and making a loud noise.

As soon as Shen Zhixian raised her hand, the illusion stone in her hand floated in the air with the illusion of Wen Sovereign.

Song Kun was trembling all over, his mind was blank, and what Lord Zong said, he didn't hear a word, just as he looked at the enemy one by one.

The illusion was short, and it was gone for a moment, leaving only a dark phantom stone. Shen Zhixian generously asked everyone to find out whether it was the message left by the Lord Wen, and he turned his head to Song Yan, smiling softly, and said enthusiastically, "All these years, I have worked hard for Brother."

The illusion stone had been visited one by one in the hands of others, and whispering could not be suppressed.

"It is indeed a message left by Lord Wen."

"So is Song Sovereign only a temporary suzerain?"

"Looking at the appearance of Elder Shen, it seems that his heart disease is really good. Is it time to return this son to Elder Shen ..."

Wen Zongzhu has a very high reputation in the Zongmen. Even after leaving for a long time, everyone admired him when he mentioned him, and subconsciously followed his words.

With all of these falling in his ears, Song Ye heard the hatred flashing through his eyes, and there was a sense of uncontrollable fear deep in the depths. He felt the hot sight of everyone and clenched his fists: "Master, what is this? meaning?"

"Just follow Master's intention." Shen Zhixian chuckled.

Today, he did not want to force Song Yong out of office completely. Song Yang could not cultivate, but he was very capable elsewhere. He had been a suzerain for a few years, and he was somewhat connected.

Although Shen Zhixian was confident that several elders would help him, he had not yet frankly discussed with several elders. At one and a half minutes, there was no way to immediately overwhelm Song Kun, and he could only force him to make him caught in a hurry. Show the horse's feet, pull out the radish and bring out the mud, and wash it with a lot of forces.

At the moment, seeing Song Ye has been a little flustered, Shen Zhixian no longer persecuted, took a step back, and said lightly: "Siblings have worked hard these past few years. Now that I have no problem, it is not good to ask Brother to work alone. Tomorrow, I will hand over some matters to me. "

He no longer called Song Zheng as the suzerain, only called his brother lightly. Although the brother sounded a lot closer, it also undoubtedly showed his attitude.

Sovereign King Qingyun, he is going to take it back.

There was an uproar. The three or four elders didn't come to the meeting today. The elder and the second elder didn't respond to this. They just stood on the sidelines. Shen Zhixian ignored Song's bad face and dropped such a bomb.

Throw all the shocked, curious and tentative eyes behind.

As soon as he left, Shen Zhixian's smile faded, and his eyes were a little thoughtful. Right now, the best and fastest way to deal with Song Kun is to confess to several elders as soon as possible, get their support, and force Song Kun to show him more.

The attitude of the second elder and the second elder is unknown. Only the four elders treated him with the Sovereign of Wen at that time. He should have the best understanding of his situation at the time and the easiest to believe him. Unfortunately, the elders are not in the Zongmen today.

Shen Zhixian returned to Wufeng, issued several orders in succession, and began to deal with various things in an orderly manner. In fact, after "wearing the book," Shen Zhixian consciously understood the various situations in Zongmen, but because he had always thought that he was an outsider and did not want to get involved in Zongmen's internal affairs, so everything just stayed On the level of understanding.

But now it is different. To solve Song Kun, he must quickly get started with various matters in Zongmen.

This busy, hurrying day passed.

He didn't call for dinner, and no disciple dared to come up and bother. When he covered the last book, it was dark and the night was dark.

Shen Zhixian pushed out the door, and the moonlight was lazily sprinkled all over the floor. He looked around and saw no one else.

Thinking of the "dream" of last night, Shen Zhixian walked in step to the warm jade couch, only hesitated for a while, then lay down together.

Only today, he was thinking of Yan Jin, but he couldn't sleep anymore. After a few rounds, he got a little tired.

In the dimness, someone seemed to hold his hand.

Very familiar with warmth.

Shen Zhixuan loosened her heart and closed her eyes trying to call A Jin, but found that her throat seemed to be stuck, and no sound could be heard.

He noticed something bad and opened his eyes subconsciously, but this time his eyelids seemed so heavy that he couldn't open them with all his energy.

He held him up with both hands and held him in his arms, gentle and careful.

Shen Zhixian couldn't open his eyes and fell into the darkness. He could only feel that the person holding him fiddled with the broken hair for him, and then heard him calling in his ear: "See you ..."

It was Yan Jin's voice.

But it seems to be different.

Shen Zhixian's heart moved slightly, and she continued to work hard to open her eyes. Then she heard Yan Jin continue to whisper softly: "... wake up, okay?"

He opened his eyes very hard ... Shen Zhixuan whispered to him in his heart, somehow, he heard a trace of despair and remorse in Yan Jin's sentence.

This trace of despair and remorse was suppressed very tightly and deeply, like a large mass of cotton with an invisible needle hidden in it, which could not be seen when viewed from a distance, and only when the hand was stretched and pinched.

Shen Zhixian is like this now. At the beginning of listening to Yan Jin's words, he didn't react, but gradually, he got something wrong.

What happened to Yan Jin? Why does this mood faintly show signs of collapse?

Last night was obviously fine ... what happened?

Shen Zhixian was puzzled, but his limbs didn't seem to belong to him. No matter how hard he could move, he could only feel that Yan Jin firmly clasped his waist with one hand and let him lean on the warm chest, the other He untied his belt with his hand, and with a slight pull, he pulled away his collar.

Yan Jin didn't speak any more, and silently dropped all his clothes for him.

The warm fingertips touched the slightly cool skin, and when he banged, Shen Zhixian felt a fire burning from the touched area, spreading his body quickly, and wondering where the strength came from, he suddenly opened his eyes— —It's finally open this time.

His vision was blurred for a moment, but he quickly focused on a familiar hand, which was clutching his shirt and thrown aside randomly.

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